I hardly ever think about her
I seldom say "I can't live without her"
Till I hold a drink an' sit at the bar
A sip an' it all goes straight to my heart
Like that song on the jukebox
Her memory starts to play
Guess I still want her
In a whiskey kind of way

An' when I'm sober, I say it's over
She can't get to me
I'm a million miles away from her memory
They say the truth comes out when you're drinkin':
I've been drinkin' 'bout her all day
Guess I still want her in a whiskey kind of way

I talk, to Joe behind the counter
And every fool I meet, about her
I steel my heart to anyone
Who'll buy a drink for the lonely one
What ran her off's had her runnin' through my mind all day
Guess I still need her in a whiskey kind of way

An' when I'm sober, I say: "It's over
"She can't get to me
"I'm a million miles away from her memory."
They say the truth comes out when you're drinkin':
I've been drinkin' 'bout her all day
Guess I still love her in a whiskey kind of way

Oh, don't the truth comes out when you're drinkin':
I've been drinkin' 'bout her all day
Guess I still love her in a whiskey kind of way